Monday 13 August 2007
Scanning cyber land for Hopper exhibitions.
Through my daily wandering through cyber space i came across this old but most recent British Edward Hopper exhibition based at the Tate Modern.I don't know what i was doing in September 2004 .Probably just running around being a foolish 18 year old when i should have really been at this exhibition.When time travelling becomes a reasonably priced means of transport in london i shall go back to view the brush strokes of Hopper and save myself from going out with Wilson.
Until 5 September 2004
Final Days - now open every evening until 22.00
The Exhibition
Edward Hopper (1882-1967) is considered to be one of America's greatest modern painters. This retrospective exhibition is the first major Hopper show to take place in the UK for over twenty years and presents many of his most iconic images.
Hopper's enduring popularity stems from his ability to stage scenes from everyday life in a way which also addresses universal concerns. His contemplative studies of modern life, captured within the stark interiors of automats, motel rooms, diners and movie theatres have a timeless quality, transcending the hour and the place to become profound statements about the human condition. It is this quality which has inspired generations of artists, writers and film makers including David Hockney, Mark Rothko, Alfred Hitchcock, Todd Haynes and Norman Mailer.
Hopper believed that the artist's goal was to reveal the truth about the everyday and the interior life of ordinary people. His paintings are flooded with penetrating beams of sun or moonlight which expose isolated figures in sparsely furnished rooms, portraits of aloneness, absorbed in themselves and detached from their world. Another major theme of Hopper's work is the use of American venacular architecture, often cropped in a way to increase psychological tension and heighten the feeling of isolation.
This exhibition features seventy works ranging from his early Parisian subjects to the poignant portraits of American life created more than sixty years later. It also presents his iconic streetscapes of New York, including the much-loved paintings Nighthawks and Automat
Until 5 September 2004
Final Days - now open every evening until 22.00
The Exhibition
Edward Hopper (1882-1967) is considered to be one of America's greatest modern painters. This retrospective exhibition is the first major Hopper show to take place in the UK for over twenty years and presents many of his most iconic images.
Hopper's enduring popularity stems from his ability to stage scenes from everyday life in a way which also addresses universal concerns. His contemplative studies of modern life, captured within the stark interiors of automats, motel rooms, diners and movie theatres have a timeless quality, transcending the hour and the place to become profound statements about the human condition. It is this quality which has inspired generations of artists, writers and film makers including David Hockney, Mark Rothko, Alfred Hitchcock, Todd Haynes and Norman Mailer.
Hopper believed that the artist's goal was to reveal the truth about the everyday and the interior life of ordinary people. His paintings are flooded with penetrating beams of sun or moonlight which expose isolated figures in sparsely furnished rooms, portraits of aloneness, absorbed in themselves and detached from their world. Another major theme of Hopper's work is the use of American venacular architecture, often cropped in a way to increase psychological tension and heighten the feeling of isolation.
This exhibition features seventy works ranging from his early Parisian subjects to the poignant portraits of American life created more than sixty years later. It also presents his iconic streetscapes of New York, including the much-loved paintings Nighthawks and Automat
Sunday 22 July 2007
A Homage to Ana Rand
Through my reading of Terry Goodkind's works, i have recently come across Ana Rand.Her own work had influenced Goodkind,which further influenced the way i now see my life and my place in this world.
"My philosophy, in essence, is the concept of man as a heroic being, with his own happiness as the moral purpose of his life, with productive achievement as his noblest activity, and reason as his only absolute." Ana Rand.
Through embracing our own self worth.Experiencing and expressing what makes us feel happiness,we are then able to appriciate our life and how fortunate we are to grace these lands.
Commuication with one another via speech,words and the typing of keys can influences our future heroes.Therefore i shall make a small gathering of information i feel best captures the mind of Ana Rand.
Rand's writing (both fiction and non-fiction) emphasizes the philosophic concepts of objective reality in metaphysics, reason in epistemology, and rational egoism in ethics. In politics she was a proponent of laissez-faire capitalism and a staunch defender of individual rights, believing that the sole function of a proper government is protection of individual rights (including property rights).
She believed that individuals must choose their values and actions solely by reason, and that "Man — every man — is an end in himself, not the means to the ends of others." According to Rand, the individual "must exist for his own sake, neither sacrificing himself to others nor sacrificing others to himself. The pursuit of his own rational self-interest and of his own happiness is the highest moral purpose of his life."
Rand decried the initiation of force and fraud, and held that government action should consist only in protecting citizens from criminal aggression (via the police) and foreign aggression (via the military) and in maintaining a system of courts to decide guilt or innocence and to objectively resolve disputes. Her politics are generally described as minarchist and libertarian, though she did not use the first term and disavowed any connection to the second.[2]
Rand, a self-described hero-worshiper, stated in her book The Romantic Manifesto that the goal of her writing was "the projection of an ideal man." In reference to her philosophy, Objectivism, she said: "My philosophy, in essence, is the concept of man as a heroic being, with his own happiness as the moral purpose of his life, with productive achievement as his noblest activity, and reason as his only absolute."
Objectivism is a philosophy developed by Ayn Rand that encompasses positions on metaphysics, epistemology, ethics, politics, and aesthetics[3].
Objectivism holds that there is a mind-independent reality; that individuals are in contact with this reality through sensory perception; that humans gain objective knowledge from perception by measurement and form valid concepts by measurement omission; that the proper moral purpose of one's life is the pursuit of one's own happiness or "rational self-interest;" that the only social system consistent with this morality is full respect for individual human rights, embodied in pure, consensual laissez-faire capitalism; and that the role of art in human life is to transform abstract knowledge, by selective reproduction of reality, into a physical form - a work of art - that one can comprehend and respond to with the whole of one's consciousness.
"My philosophy, in essence, is the concept of man as a heroic being, with his own happiness as the moral purpose of his life, with productive achievement as his noblest activity, and reason as his only absolute." Ana Rand.
Through embracing our own self worth.Experiencing and expressing what makes us feel happiness,we are then able to appriciate our life and how fortunate we are to grace these lands.
Commuication with one another via speech,words and the typing of keys can influences our future heroes.Therefore i shall make a small gathering of information i feel best captures the mind of Ana Rand.
Rand's writing (both fiction and non-fiction) emphasizes the philosophic concepts of objective reality in metaphysics, reason in epistemology, and rational egoism in ethics. In politics she was a proponent of laissez-faire capitalism and a staunch defender of individual rights, believing that the sole function of a proper government is protection of individual rights (including property rights).
She believed that individuals must choose their values and actions solely by reason, and that "Man — every man — is an end in himself, not the means to the ends of others." According to Rand, the individual "must exist for his own sake, neither sacrificing himself to others nor sacrificing others to himself. The pursuit of his own rational self-interest and of his own happiness is the highest moral purpose of his life."
Rand decried the initiation of force and fraud, and held that government action should consist only in protecting citizens from criminal aggression (via the police) and foreign aggression (via the military) and in maintaining a system of courts to decide guilt or innocence and to objectively resolve disputes. Her politics are generally described as minarchist and libertarian, though she did not use the first term and disavowed any connection to the second.[2]
Rand, a self-described hero-worshiper, stated in her book The Romantic Manifesto that the goal of her writing was "the projection of an ideal man." In reference to her philosophy, Objectivism, she said: "My philosophy, in essence, is the concept of man as a heroic being, with his own happiness as the moral purpose of his life, with productive achievement as his noblest activity, and reason as his only absolute."
Objectivism is a philosophy developed by Ayn Rand that encompasses positions on metaphysics, epistemology, ethics, politics, and aesthetics[3].
Objectivism holds that there is a mind-independent reality; that individuals are in contact with this reality through sensory perception; that humans gain objective knowledge from perception by measurement and form valid concepts by measurement omission; that the proper moral purpose of one's life is the pursuit of one's own happiness or "rational self-interest;" that the only social system consistent with this morality is full respect for individual human rights, embodied in pure, consensual laissez-faire capitalism; and that the role of art in human life is to transform abstract knowledge, by selective reproduction of reality, into a physical form - a work of art - that one can comprehend and respond to with the whole of one's consciousness.
Thursday 19 July 2007
A selected review
On my escapades thoughout internet land i have found myself on most occasions accumilating a collection of reviews on Edward Hoppers works.I felt this abounding and ceasless mass of information rampaging through my mind too much for my brain to contend with.My eyes drift through cyber pages of words,critically analizing Hopper as a person a painter and an artist,but i cease to sometimes understand these sentences and short paragraphs of text.
So i succomb to the conclusion that i must provide myself with a focus.Selecting a review which i can in some way relate to,therefore i chose a piece written when Edward Hoppers works prevaded on these shores.
The exhibition situated within a gallery that i am very familiar with provides the words with more meaning for myself.I particually appreiciate how the Tate Modern has been conveyed here.The distibution and presentation of an artists work is vitally important for how an audience will understand and recognise you as an artist.You could say it is an art to creatively and seemingly effortlessly display these works of art.How the reviewer apprehends the anoymous minds,the nameless people behind this is rather interesting.
made anything reviews Exhibition Review, Edward Hopper, Tate Modern, London, May 27-September 5, 2004
Mark Rawlinson, University of Nottingham
As you enter the gallery holding the retrospective of Edward Hopper's work at Tate Modern you are confronted with a wall of welcoming text that begins: ‘More than any other artist, Edward Hopper has coloured our vision of America.’ The suggestion being that Hopper’s work is the axis on which our vision of America spins: no questions, just a statement of fact. It is difficult not to pause here, before one even begins looking at the paintings and drawings and ask; is this fanfare justified? Has Hopper really coloured out vision of America?The works on display at Tate Modern are culled from those regarded as Hopper's most significant and are arranged chronologically across twelve rooms whose aim, one assumes, is to chart the artist's aesthetic and intellectual development. I say 'assumes' because by Room 12 it becomes very difficult to identify what exactly changes in these paintings between 1905/6 and 1966: subject-matter, technique, form, none of them undergo paradigmatic shifts. So, in truth, this more an exhibition about recognition; recognising the importance and influence of Hopper in terms of his 'Americanness' but also the translatability of this Americanness to a transatlantic audience. But as to what Americanness might be and how its translates, this exhibition leaves to the audience. Two questions come to mind. Firstly, does Hopper's work deserve this level of recognition? And why, moreover, is it we seem to want Hopper’s America to be the real America?Such questions appear far from the minds of either the exhibition's curator or the multitudes of visitors milling around the exhibition. Instead questions have been fudged in favour of unsubstantiated assumptions but this will not diminish the exhibition's popularity. If the success of this exhibition is to be judged purely on the numbers of paying visitors, then this exhibition will surely exceed expectations. But then again, perhaps not. Hopper remains one of the most popular artists of recent times and one cannot help but think that an exhibition of his paintings at one of the nation’s most popular art galleries was always going to be a (financial) success. Therefore it is no surprise to find that the exhibition's exit leads visitors into what is best described as Room 13, where an extensive range of Hopper-ised products await mass consumption.Cynicism aside, seeing Hopper's work in the flesh allows us to explore the questions I posed earlier. This exhibition reminds us not only of how odd Hopper’s works actually are, in terms of their depiction of time, space and human relationships but how odd it is that people in their millions have hung these miserable pictures in their homes. The serial miserabilism that saturates these works has of course provided a rich buffet for critics of Hopper’s work to pick over—Hopper's strained relationship with his wife; his deliberate isolationism—but critique based purely on biography or artistic intentionality can only help us understand Hopper's vision to a degree. These images seem full of dead air and emotionally numb individuals. They are painted fragments of time, moments that seem beyond stillness, which are more than silence, because nothing can actually move and nothing can make noise. How Sundays used to sound. But, despite this other worldliness, Hopper’s paintings produce a feeling of the strangely familiar that Freud defined as Unheimlich: the uncanny. Freud’s uncanny, in many respects, accounts for the repetition of theme, form and content in the artist’s work, too. But do the artworks collected for the Tate exhibition support or contradict this conception of Hopper, an artist ignored in America by Americans for much of his career.Laid out from its beginnings to its end, one recognises a certain repetitive pulse in the work that echoes in practically every image on show. Although I do not believe it was the intention, the effect is to remind the viewer that Hopper lived through, and apparently, ignored, the advent and influence of Dada, Socialist Realism, Abstract Expressionism and Pop (to name a few) on wider American artistic sensibilities. In order to account for repetition, especially with reference to theme, the notion of alienation is scattered liberally across much of the critical literature on Hopper. But one has to ask what kind of alienation is Hopper painting? Surely, it is not enough to merely paint individuals staring out of windows to capture the social alienation of, say, poverty in America during the 1920s/1930s? When contrasted with the work of, say, Reginald Marsh, who captured more convincingly images of the alienated poor, Hopper's works are all stylised alienation; romanticised paintings of gloomy introspection which suggest but do not convey emotional depth. Where many scholars have seen this mono-thematicism as the dedication of the artist to his search for some kind quasi-divine vision, the truth is more mundane: Hopper had only a handful of ideas. The best of these is Hopper's stated intention to paint light, perhaps the most convincing aspect of his work. Looking at the paintings and drawings on show, it has to be said that Hopper's eye for light is delicate, knowing and convincing. He was not, however, the greatest painter of the human form. Hopper's men and women sit awkwardly on chairs and stoops, they lean against walls and counters in the most unnatural of ways; their faces and bodies are often vague, unfinished or just wrong, for example, see A Woman in the Sun (1961). When Hopper brings the elements of a picture together—whether an interior or exterior space, human form(s), perspective, etc.—things do not stand up to scrutiny; they become more like a plastic model formed by the impatient, gluey fingers of a child. Commentators take this awkwardness, this vagueness, this ungainliness as deliberate; these painterly aspects help convey exactly that emptiness, alienation at the heart of the American psyche; where the psyche of the individual and the crushing loneliness of the city converge. And I agree to an extent because bad painting does not necessarily equate with a bad artwork. But, there is more going on in Hopper's work than many have been prepared to admit: for example, Why does Hopper's work not 'work'? At only two points in the show are the more intriguing aspects of Hopper's practice put before the audience, aspects which might account for the unfinished quality in Hooper's work (that is, the abstraction of architectural details, not including text of shop signs, etc.). Both Nighthawks (1942) and Office at Night (1940) are accompanied by a series of preliminary sketches which spectators can then connect to the finished works. What one notices about these sketches is how much more competent and detailed they are in comparison to the finished paintings. But questions such as, 'what happens in the interim between sketching and painting, and is this deliberate?' or 'why the inclusion of inaccuracy?' fail to register because only these two works are contextualised in this way. An opportunity missed.For those of us who like Hopper but always felt the scholarship on his work too narrow in its analysis, too often an exceptionalist view of twentieth century American artistic tradition, this show is disappointing. This is because of a withdrawal on the part of the Tate Modern from posing difficult questions, either in relation to the work or in its own biases and presumptions. The circuitous path of the show is never under pressure to prove the opening statement; Hopper has coloured our vision of America because this exhibition says so; it is museum-sanctioned legitimacy. To be critical is not to be dismissive Hopper's work but subject the paintings to sustained critique because with Hopper it seems that what we cannot see is perhaps much more important and moving than what we can.
So i succomb to the conclusion that i must provide myself with a focus.Selecting a review which i can in some way relate to,therefore i chose a piece written when Edward Hoppers works prevaded on these shores.
The exhibition situated within a gallery that i am very familiar with provides the words with more meaning for myself.I particually appreiciate how the Tate Modern has been conveyed here.The distibution and presentation of an artists work is vitally important for how an audience will understand and recognise you as an artist.You could say it is an art to creatively and seemingly effortlessly display these works of art.How the reviewer apprehends the anoymous minds,the nameless people behind this is rather interesting.
made anything reviews Exhibition Review, Edward Hopper, Tate Modern, London, May 27-September 5, 2004
Mark Rawlinson, University of Nottingham
As you enter the gallery holding the retrospective of Edward Hopper's work at Tate Modern you are confronted with a wall of welcoming text that begins: ‘More than any other artist, Edward Hopper has coloured our vision of America.’ The suggestion being that Hopper’s work is the axis on which our vision of America spins: no questions, just a statement of fact. It is difficult not to pause here, before one even begins looking at the paintings and drawings and ask; is this fanfare justified? Has Hopper really coloured out vision of America?The works on display at Tate Modern are culled from those regarded as Hopper's most significant and are arranged chronologically across twelve rooms whose aim, one assumes, is to chart the artist's aesthetic and intellectual development. I say 'assumes' because by Room 12 it becomes very difficult to identify what exactly changes in these paintings between 1905/6 and 1966: subject-matter, technique, form, none of them undergo paradigmatic shifts. So, in truth, this more an exhibition about recognition; recognising the importance and influence of Hopper in terms of his 'Americanness' but also the translatability of this Americanness to a transatlantic audience. But as to what Americanness might be and how its translates, this exhibition leaves to the audience. Two questions come to mind. Firstly, does Hopper's work deserve this level of recognition? And why, moreover, is it we seem to want Hopper’s America to be the real America?Such questions appear far from the minds of either the exhibition's curator or the multitudes of visitors milling around the exhibition. Instead questions have been fudged in favour of unsubstantiated assumptions but this will not diminish the exhibition's popularity. If the success of this exhibition is to be judged purely on the numbers of paying visitors, then this exhibition will surely exceed expectations. But then again, perhaps not. Hopper remains one of the most popular artists of recent times and one cannot help but think that an exhibition of his paintings at one of the nation’s most popular art galleries was always going to be a (financial) success. Therefore it is no surprise to find that the exhibition's exit leads visitors into what is best described as Room 13, where an extensive range of Hopper-ised products await mass consumption.Cynicism aside, seeing Hopper's work in the flesh allows us to explore the questions I posed earlier. This exhibition reminds us not only of how odd Hopper’s works actually are, in terms of their depiction of time, space and human relationships but how odd it is that people in their millions have hung these miserable pictures in their homes. The serial miserabilism that saturates these works has of course provided a rich buffet for critics of Hopper’s work to pick over—Hopper's strained relationship with his wife; his deliberate isolationism—but critique based purely on biography or artistic intentionality can only help us understand Hopper's vision to a degree. These images seem full of dead air and emotionally numb individuals. They are painted fragments of time, moments that seem beyond stillness, which are more than silence, because nothing can actually move and nothing can make noise. How Sundays used to sound. But, despite this other worldliness, Hopper’s paintings produce a feeling of the strangely familiar that Freud defined as Unheimlich: the uncanny. Freud’s uncanny, in many respects, accounts for the repetition of theme, form and content in the artist’s work, too. But do the artworks collected for the Tate exhibition support or contradict this conception of Hopper, an artist ignored in America by Americans for much of his career.Laid out from its beginnings to its end, one recognises a certain repetitive pulse in the work that echoes in practically every image on show. Although I do not believe it was the intention, the effect is to remind the viewer that Hopper lived through, and apparently, ignored, the advent and influence of Dada, Socialist Realism, Abstract Expressionism and Pop (to name a few) on wider American artistic sensibilities. In order to account for repetition, especially with reference to theme, the notion of alienation is scattered liberally across much of the critical literature on Hopper. But one has to ask what kind of alienation is Hopper painting? Surely, it is not enough to merely paint individuals staring out of windows to capture the social alienation of, say, poverty in America during the 1920s/1930s? When contrasted with the work of, say, Reginald Marsh, who captured more convincingly images of the alienated poor, Hopper's works are all stylised alienation; romanticised paintings of gloomy introspection which suggest but do not convey emotional depth. Where many scholars have seen this mono-thematicism as the dedication of the artist to his search for some kind quasi-divine vision, the truth is more mundane: Hopper had only a handful of ideas. The best of these is Hopper's stated intention to paint light, perhaps the most convincing aspect of his work. Looking at the paintings and drawings on show, it has to be said that Hopper's eye for light is delicate, knowing and convincing. He was not, however, the greatest painter of the human form. Hopper's men and women sit awkwardly on chairs and stoops, they lean against walls and counters in the most unnatural of ways; their faces and bodies are often vague, unfinished or just wrong, for example, see A Woman in the Sun (1961). When Hopper brings the elements of a picture together—whether an interior or exterior space, human form(s), perspective, etc.—things do not stand up to scrutiny; they become more like a plastic model formed by the impatient, gluey fingers of a child. Commentators take this awkwardness, this vagueness, this ungainliness as deliberate; these painterly aspects help convey exactly that emptiness, alienation at the heart of the American psyche; where the psyche of the individual and the crushing loneliness of the city converge. And I agree to an extent because bad painting does not necessarily equate with a bad artwork. But, there is more going on in Hopper's work than many have been prepared to admit: for example, Why does Hopper's work not 'work'? At only two points in the show are the more intriguing aspects of Hopper's practice put before the audience, aspects which might account for the unfinished quality in Hooper's work (that is, the abstraction of architectural details, not including text of shop signs, etc.). Both Nighthawks (1942) and Office at Night (1940) are accompanied by a series of preliminary sketches which spectators can then connect to the finished works. What one notices about these sketches is how much more competent and detailed they are in comparison to the finished paintings. But questions such as, 'what happens in the interim between sketching and painting, and is this deliberate?' or 'why the inclusion of inaccuracy?' fail to register because only these two works are contextualised in this way. An opportunity missed.For those of us who like Hopper but always felt the scholarship on his work too narrow in its analysis, too often an exceptionalist view of twentieth century American artistic tradition, this show is disappointing. This is because of a withdrawal on the part of the Tate Modern from posing difficult questions, either in relation to the work or in its own biases and presumptions. The circuitous path of the show is never under pressure to prove the opening statement; Hopper has coloured our vision of America because this exhibition says so; it is museum-sanctioned legitimacy. To be critical is not to be dismissive Hopper's work but subject the paintings to sustained critique because with Hopper it seems that what we cannot see is perhaps much more important and moving than what we can.
Sunday 15 July 2007
A rich bubble
Walking through the fickle world of Bond Street, traversing through the stepping stones of the vain working suits whom tirelessly and sinfully climb towards a carnivourous intent to comply with their lusting, conceited desires.The never fufilling achievements and callously wanting more and most primarily craving and yearning for what others have. I can't help the streaming thoughts that trespass through me when I glimpse this breed of person and their beautifully designed and carefully manufactured, glossy magazine processed wife they choose to parade with in these golden streets.
My misguided analysis and examination of a person infuriates me, but the stereotype can't help but fester in my mind. I try not to brand a fellow human before I have taken the time to absorb whom they actually are under the mask they present to the world each day. This phantom semblence of how we think we should be.
This had been my first impression of Bond Street as I made my transgression and minscule imprint on these lands. My intention was to see how art is apprieciated and presented by these people. I found that my judgements intimidated me more then the people themselves. If you believe that something is exceptionally better then you, you will further be threatened and diminished by it, therefore making you feel somewhat bitter by its presence. All that is distinctly different about these indivduals is money. Once you strip away the sad materialistic culture you are left to contend with a very average human being. Once you strip away the money that surrounds the art you are left with the artist and the art work itself. I was left phased by the hazy money manifestation that surrounds the art work, not appreciating the actual work, but marvelling at the small price tag that rudely seizes your attention away from these beautiful works.
As I took my silent steps around these unwelcoming galleries, having to unfortunatly use my blondeness to stride passed the brawny, burly, sunglassed security. (This involved merely a smile, which saddens me as I would have liked to be challenged, though I suppose a 5'.1" blonde student doesn't particually appear remotely threatening). Well after being asked by the French Art curator if I was here to buy, which is complete madness as I was walking around Bond street with muddy trainers and a grey coat with a spaghetti stain vigourously smeared on the sleave due to my hard work of trying to remove it. Solely on my direful and dismal appearence he should have known I would never have £50,000 in my spaghetti stained pockets. I politely asked if it was okay if I could just view the Art work, or more so the art works price. I found myself peering at the price before my eye even considered to appreciate the work itself. Therefore my time spent at Bond Street was predominantly gorping at the exorbitant amount of money being exchanged for artworks which is rather sad as I feel art has become limited to a certain extent for the rich. I feel this intimidating cycle sadly enfringes others from appreciating art and therefore unfortunatly will never end as money and greed seems to always conquer all.
My misguided analysis and examination of a person infuriates me, but the stereotype can't help but fester in my mind. I try not to brand a fellow human before I have taken the time to absorb whom they actually are under the mask they present to the world each day. This phantom semblence of how we think we should be.
This had been my first impression of Bond Street as I made my transgression and minscule imprint on these lands. My intention was to see how art is apprieciated and presented by these people. I found that my judgements intimidated me more then the people themselves. If you believe that something is exceptionally better then you, you will further be threatened and diminished by it, therefore making you feel somewhat bitter by its presence. All that is distinctly different about these indivduals is money. Once you strip away the sad materialistic culture you are left to contend with a very average human being. Once you strip away the money that surrounds the art you are left with the artist and the art work itself. I was left phased by the hazy money manifestation that surrounds the art work, not appreciating the actual work, but marvelling at the small price tag that rudely seizes your attention away from these beautiful works.
As I took my silent steps around these unwelcoming galleries, having to unfortunatly use my blondeness to stride passed the brawny, burly, sunglassed security. (This involved merely a smile, which saddens me as I would have liked to be challenged, though I suppose a 5'.1" blonde student doesn't particually appear remotely threatening). Well after being asked by the French Art curator if I was here to buy, which is complete madness as I was walking around Bond street with muddy trainers and a grey coat with a spaghetti stain vigourously smeared on the sleave due to my hard work of trying to remove it. Solely on my direful and dismal appearence he should have known I would never have £50,000 in my spaghetti stained pockets. I politely asked if it was okay if I could just view the Art work, or more so the art works price. I found myself peering at the price before my eye even considered to appreciate the work itself. Therefore my time spent at Bond Street was predominantly gorping at the exorbitant amount of money being exchanged for artworks which is rather sad as I feel art has become limited to a certain extent for the rich. I feel this intimidating cycle sadly enfringes others from appreciating art and therefore unfortunatly will never end as money and greed seems to always conquer all.
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